Chapter 5 Uncle Youxuan said that Master is a rat shit
Xu Changqing is very naughty. He will cry when he is hungry, he will cry when he is full, he will cry when he wakes up, he will cry when he smells the smell of alcohol on his master, and he will cry when his master takes him to the solemn Wuji Pavilion to see his face.
I still cry when I see the majestic Three Emperors Ancestor God.
Of course, he is still young and does not know that his crying affects others. In other words, he knows very few ways of expression and can only express his emotions and moods by crying.
This made Ye Chao feel very uncomfortable. He knew that it was natural for babies to cry, and it could even be said to be instinctive. If he used magic to stop the baby from crying, it would most likely have a negative impact on the baby's growth, so he could only
Listen, the elders of Shushan can only listen, and the disciples practicing swordsmanship on the sword pool can only listen.
Fortunately, people always get used to bad things happening. When Xu Changqing spent a month in Shushan, Ye Chao accepted his cry, and two months later, everyone in Shushan accepted it.
heard his cry.
And as he grew up, one day, when a Shushan disciple suggested that the cry-loving Xiao Changqing didn't like crying anymore, everyone started to sigh, and some even felt extremely sad in their hearts.
Emotions.
The sad thing is that time passes so quickly. The sad thing is that after Xiao Changqing stopped crying, Master Qingyun would not spend time to comfort Xiao Changqing, and they would have to undergo inhumane training.
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Eight years later, a child dressed in white appeared on the mountain road in Shushan. He was walking on the extremely dangerous mountain road carrying a wooden stake many times thicker than himself. His clothes had already been soaked with sweat.
Perhaps it was because the wooden stake was too heavy that his face, which had not yet grown but had already shown a handsome appearance, turned red.
He was very tired, very tired. If an ordinary boy suffered such pain, he would have thrown away the stake and sat on the ground and cried. But everyone in Shushan said that he was not an ordinary child.
He also asked his master, but his master said at that time that he would do great things in the future and become an immortal. However, if he wanted to accomplish those things, he would have to endure hardships, such as practicing swordsmanship hard, such as
Meditate while sleeping, such as studying Taoism with Uncle Youxuan, or now.
Of course, he didn't know what a big deal was, and he didn't know what becoming an immortal meant to those human practitioners in the Seventy-Two Immortal Worlds. He just knew that if he could do it, the master would be very happy. On Shushan Mountain
All my uncles, brothers and sisters will be happy.
At the end of the path was a bamboo forest shrouded in mist. The sharp bamboo leaves like broken swords swayed wildly with the cool and moist mountain wind. The little boy looked at the bamboo leaves, threw the wooden stakes on the ground, and shouted.
He let out a cry of victory, then sat on the ground and started breathing heavily.
After his physical strength recovered a little, the little boy patted the wine-filled gourd on his waist, got up and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.
Pushing aside the clouds, he passed over the bamboo shoots that looked like small towers. After pushing aside the bamboos blocking the road, he walked towards a young man who was sleeping on a deck chair.
"Master, the wine is here. Senior Brother Changzong, who is guarding the ladder, said that this is Chunfeng Zui he bought when he passed by Leizhou when he went out to slay demons. There are ten jars in it."
The one who was called master by the little boy was naturally Ye Chao, and the little boy was Xu Changqing eight years later.
Ye Chao took the gourd handed over by the little boy, looked at the soaked Xiao Changqing and asked: "Xiaoer, if someone asks you where you have been today, you should know what to say, right?"
Xiao Changqing nodded seriously and said: "Disciple knows that if anyone asks, I will say that I only went to Xishan once today and did not go to Yunti to find senior brother Changzong."
A sound broke through the air, and Xiao Changqing covered his forehead and looked at his master in confusion.
"Only the first half of the sentence."
Xiao Changqing said: "I understand, Master."
For a long time, watching the master drinking the intoxicating spring breeze from the gourd like water, Xiao Changqing rubbed his forehead and mustered up the courage to say: "Master, those who practice Taoism cannot drink alcohol."
"Master just drank. How can anyone dare to say that Master is not a Taoist?"
Xiao Changqing said: "Yesterday, when Uncle Youxuan was talking about what a Taoist is, he said that the master was not a Taoist, and that the master was a piece of shit from the Shushan Sword Sect."
Ye Chao stood up, glared at Xiao Changqing and said, "Then why are you saying it now?"
Xiao Changqing rubbed the back of his head and thought for a long time before saying: "Master and Uncle Youxuan often quarrel. I'm afraid that your conflicts will develop to an irreconcilable level, so..."
"Then why are you saying it again now?"
"Didn't Master say that disciples cannot lie to you?"
Ye Chao was speechless and lay back on the chair again and continued to narrow his eyes.
Xiao Changqing did not continue talking, but sat on the ground, pulled out a young bamboo shoot and ate it.
At this moment, the bamboo forest has become very quiet, the permeating mountain breeze is no longer, the swaying bamboo leaves are quietly carried on the green bamboo poles, the master is drinking wine on the recliner, and the apprentice is sitting on the ground and chewing.
With bamboo shoots.
After a long time, the "little tower" beside the apprentice was much less. Xiao Changqing touched his round belly and said: "Master, I really want to ask you a question."
Ye Chaodao: "Ask."
"Why did you call me Xiaoer?"
"Because you are my second apprentice."
Xiao Changqing shook his head and said: "The master uncle has said that you have never left the Shushan sect since you started practicing. How can you still have an apprentice?"
Ye Chao said in a displeased tone: "I said yes. Why, you question me?"
Xiao Changqing shook his head hurriedly, and after another battle of thoughts, he said: "Master, Uncle Qingyou said it is not good for Taoists to tell lies."
A white shadow passed by, and Xiao Changqing rubbed his forehead again.
"I told you when you were five years old that all you had to do was sleep when You Xuan was preaching. Look at you now, you can't even tell a lie."
Xiao Changqing took out the bamboo leaves that had gotten into his clothes and said: "Master, I was indeed sleeping at the beginning, but later I was caught by Uncle Youxuan. Every time I listened to the sermon, I could only sleep.
I can't sleep while standing.
I couldn't sleep, so I could only listen. As I listened, I felt that what he said was very reasonable. The development of all things in the world is caused by the shadow that does not grow, and the sun that does not grow. I heard them say that the master is very powerful, and that all the people in Shushan
All together, they are not as powerful as Master. Master’s character can be understood as Yin, and we have to be Yang, then our Shushan Sword Sect will definitely have a good future."
Ye Chao was in a very bad mood. The apprentice who had been raised by him ended up inheriting other people's ideas. But looking at Xiao Changqing's serious face, he felt complicated.